This is a song about "Creativity out this world"

And be another victim in this cold world

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

My flow is out of this world like the lunar axis / who could match this

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

I love and hate this world, this goes out to ma pops

We left em a world that's cursed

"how money running this world?!"

That you're the king of this world

Long as she come to me first

I get out the bar i go far to all around this world never seen before

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

She said my dick is from outerspace but her butt is out of this world

My turf, strong nerve, never on the reverse, stay rehearsed or cursed,

You bitches wanna start shit? i'm out this world like clone wars,

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours